tzi@hotmail.com (Rhonda Schell) All of the usual warnings and copyrights apply. We all know Ranma & CO are Takahashi-sama's creations and I'm just a lowly peon with an idea. =) THIS IS A LEMON: Therefore, if you don't *like* lemons, if you are underage or if you are ashamed to show this to your mother, you shouldn't be reading this. (Although I admit it -- I probably wouldn't show *MY* mom, either.) ^_~ Keep in mind that this is a lemon -- there is no plot. No plot is really required for this one. If you need plot, come up with your own. I consider this an.. INTERLUDE. Schell Enterprises Presents "Hot Wax on a Cold Winter Afternoon" Akane smiled as she looked out her bedroom window. It was a cold, lazy winter afternoon, and fat snowflakes were drifting down to land on the roof, blanketing the landscape with broken clumps of white. It was really her favorite time of year. She turned around slowly, lightly tugging at the satin strap of her chemise, the hem swirling around her thighs, framing them beautifully for Ranma, who couldn't help but swallow heavily. He breathed out calmly and tugged at the strip of silk that was holding him down to the head of her bed. A half-smile dimpled into existence as she watched him, one of her fingers skimming through the fire of one of the lit candles on her nightstand. "Getting nervous, Ranma?" she whispered softly, the tip of her tongue darting out to leave a shimmer across her lower lip. Ranma breathed in deeply, a shudder running through him at the eroticism of her movements, her voice. He shook his head in answer, afraid that, if he spoke up, his voice would crack. "Good," she purred, her hand reaching towards him. Her palm slowly stroked across his shoulder and then down his sternum, caressing across his diaphragm and down to his stomach, where she lightly caressed the warmth of his skin. Ranma opened his mouth to speak, but found Akane's finger placed over his lips, her soft whisper of "Shhh.." reaching his ears as he settled back into the pillows, closing his eyes as her hands began to massage up to his shoulders. A low sigh of pleasure came from him as he arched his hips slightly beneath the light sheet that covered him to the waist. Akane watched impartially, a sudden notion striking her as he moved so irresistibly. She placed her right knee near his left hip and swung her left knee across him, straddling his thighs. She could hear the soft pant of his breath, the low moan that affected parts of her that she had never known she had. Ranma's eyes shot open, his fingers trembling, a sharp gasp bursting from him as he felt the warmth of her press against him. He whimpered quietly, arching again to press tightly against her, feeling the sheet and her cotton panties as if they were iron barriers to what he wanted so badly. Akane arched her back, panting as she rubbed against Ranma, a stifled moan bursting from her. She opened her eyes to look down at him, passion in her glance as she leaned forward, her breasts tightly pressing against his chest, drawing a mingled moan as her tongue darted between his lips, her fingers wrapping in the depths of his hair. Ranma didn't even notice as she pulled her right hand away from him. Akane sat up, a smug smile on her face as she lifted the wax taper high above him -- and began to smatter little drops of heat down on his chest! Ranma hissed as the first struck him, a feeling of warmth seeming to smatter with the first drop, compounded by the quick procession of droplets from nipple to nipple, down to his diaphragm, over the lower part of his stomach. He began to moan as the drops approached his navel, dancing over it with delicate precision, violent shudders working their way through him, his hands clenched into fists as he shook, his body pressing tightly to Akane's sensitive woman's flesh. Akane blew out the candle and dropped it back onto the nightstand. She shook as she pressed more tightly against Ranma, her hands reaching down to grasp the hem of her chemise as she tugged it up and over her head, dropping it onto the floor. Akane leaned forward, her tongue darting to kiss the first little wax droplet that had hardened on his chest. A soft *clink* sounded in the room as she fumbled, bringing the little piece of ice and smoothly following the same path as the wax droplets, washing them away with the cool trail of water left behind, easily brushing them from Ranma's chest. Ranma gasped for breath, feeling as if he'd been running for the past half hour, writhing beneath Akane as she played with him, tortured him, made him want her so violently that he didn't think he could bear it. His teeth ground together in an attempt to put those thoughts aside for the moment, but Akane let a few ice cold drops of water smatter into his navel, bringing a sharp cry of surprise from him before he could grasp his control once again. Akane grabbed the headboard and stood up, towering over Ranma. Her thumbs caught the sides of her panties as she drew them down quickly, short hair framing her face beautifully as she dangled the damp cotton from her fingers, allowing it to fall on top of her chemise on the floor. Ranma began to struggle more valiantly against the silk strips, feeling the knots giving way[1]. Akane tumbled onto him, his violent movements knocking her balance off. A smile dimpled across her face as she reached up, plucking at the knots to help him out of them. Ranma pulled his arms down, wrapping them around Akane's waist as he rolled to his right, putting her under him as he began to kiss her, a light caress that became deep, almost bruising the tender lips beneath his own. He could hear the soft pant of her breath, the excitement in her as he kicked the sheet away, ignoring the slither of cotton as it fell to the floor. His hands stroked down her curves, coming up to tenderly caress the mounds of her breasts, palm feeling the roundness of her nipple against it. He kissed her cheek tenderly, lips closing in a caress of her jaw, teeth nibbling gently at her throat, tracing the form of her neck down to her collar bone. Lifting above her slightly, he replaced his hand with his mouth, suckling the berry of her nipple between his lips, caressing it with his tongue. Akane whimpered, back bowing beneath the exquisite pleasure, her fingers pressing lightly across his shoulders, holding him to her. Ranma's hands stroked down to her hips as he suckled, teasing her by playing games, his fingers caressing her inner thighs, her mound, while completely avoiding her most pressing need. At the sound of the soft, pleading whimpers, he could no longer resist, bringing his fingers to play against her, thumb lightly rubbing across the sensitive core of her pleasure as his other fingers teasingly moved across her soaking entrance. The murmur of her pleasure, the intense look on her face as she arched up to his hands with soft whimpers and her obvious pleasure were more than Ranma could bear. Waiting became a moot point as he settled his hips fully between her thighs, reaching up to wrap his fingers in her hair, tugging her to him to kiss her adoringly as his oaken staff[2] probed her damp petals. Akane's fingers came between them, helping him to position, arching up to him as he drove inside of her obligingly. Akane gasped sharply, her panting gasp becoming a muffled groan of pleasure at being filled so fully. Ranma bit his lip tightly and buried his face in her throat, beginning a slow tempo of thrust and withdrawal, his hands clasped gently against her hips, moving her just *so* against him, keeping the rhythm slow and easy. Akane gave a soft little squeal of frustration, her clit rubbing against him with each movement, wrapping her thighs tightly around him to draw him closer, her hands pressed tightly against the mattress, helping to press her upwards. Ranma brought his hands to either side of her pillow, pulling up on both hands to look down at her, kissing her hard as he began to move more quickly. He could see the look of concentration on her face, feel the soft pant of her breath, the gasps of pleasure as she began to tremble, tossing her head back and forth against the pillow. Akane cried out her pleasure as it came to her, the intensity of fire running through her veins as she pulled him close, shivering violently. Ranma could feel her muscles clamping, caressing every inch of him as he gasped sharply, thrusting once, twice and then a third time before slamming deep into her finally, orgasm overcoming him as he shuddered in her arms, moaning her name in a gravelly tone, hands clasping her waist. It took them several moments to come back to themselves, laying there sweaty in the warm, candle-scented air. Her fingers came up and gently stroked his bangs back out of his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her, moving to the side and tugging her into his arms, curled up against the warmth of his skin. Ranma's hands tenderly moved down her curves, holding her tightly as she sighed and kissed his throat, one hand pressed delicately to his shoulder. Akane smiled up sleepily and nuzzled against his chest before drifting off in the heat of his embrace. Ranma smiled down at her and held her closer, his own eyes closing slowly until he followed her into that secret world of lovers' dreams. ****************************************************************** [1] Okee, so silk knots get tighter the more you pull on them, but *work* with me, here, pretend you don't know that! [2] HA! I knew I'd get the opportunity to use that phrase one day! Yes! -- At least I didn't use "art deco ice cream cone". Have any of you ever wondered where they get these phrases? I've got a list of some 250 of 'em.. somewhere around here... Hmm... *sigh* Well, it's cold here today, and they've been threatening snow. Hey, it *NEVER* snows here! So when it does, we get just a little *excited*. And what better way to spend a cold snowy day than inside doing wonderfully arousing things that would scare your mom? Exactly. I was reading "Flambe!" again {I think the recipes could be fun to try! And I love to cook...} when the notion just sort of... struck me. For those of you who're going, "ACK! Wax burns!", I'll note that wax won't leave burns if you do it *right*. Never use pillar candles, those let too much wax gather before you're ready to do whatever you're planning on. Taper candles are the best because you can control the flow of wax a lot easier. Wax can be one of the most erotic things you ever get to do -- especially if you use ice, too... Hm. Ok, I'll stop giving you ideas. I'm going to use the general assumption *no smartcracks!* that a single piece of ice isn't enough to precipitate the CHANGE. Hope y'all liked this, 'cause I had a lot of fun writing it ;) It's *not* the first lemon I've written, but it *is* the first I've released... just so you keep it in mind.